Chapter 170 Despicable Me 3

Chapter 170 Despicable Me 3

During game shows, host would employ the same trick. If there were three doors at the set, the host would tell the participant that a brand-new car was behind one door, and the other two would lead to nothing. He would then allow the participant to make the choice.

Say the participant chose the first door. Then, the host, knowing where the car was, would go to the third door and open it, revealing nothing. The host would turn to the participant to ask, "Do you still want to choose the first door? Would you like to change your choice?"

Most people would not change their choice, either out of fear or stubbornness, believing the host was employing reverse psychology, trying to trick them. But in reality, no matter where the car was, abandoning all emotions, with only statistics as the basis, one should always change to the second door.

Feng Bujue’s choice of not entering the first door was based on multiple considerations. Whether it was the real him that he saw earlier or a mere illusion, whether it was an illusion or a hint, the chance of entering the other corridor and finding one of the potions would not be lowered. The chance of making a mistake and finding danger though was lower than the first door. Exploring the other corridors could also work to clarify the situation with the first corridor. After knowing more about the scenario, perhaps he could analyze what had happened earlier.

Tat tat tat...

A high frequency running footsteps. After Feng Bujue entered the third door, he started to run. He ran very fast like a purple leopard on the hunt. He rushed down the corridor. He knew very well that he should not waste any more time in this seemingly endless corridor.

The first twenty-three minutes went past just like that, and he was no closer to finding the first potion. Ever after he found the potion, there was a high chance that he still would need time to solve several Saw puzzles. This kind of game would wake one’s mind up and strengthen one’s body. If it was played in real life, it would not only cause permanent disfigurement and mental scaring, one could easily die. But in Thriller Paradise, if one did not play this game well, the lightest consequence was wasting time or Life Points, and the heaviest punishment would be the loss of Contra Medals.

It was a stroke of good luck that Jazz Shoes did not get ruined in the precious scenario. This equipment that improved his running speed while maintaining his Stamina Points could help him buy some lost time.

"Eh?" Feng Bujue ran and ran until a door appeared in his path. It was a wooden door, and it looked rather old.

This was right in the middle of the corridor, and who knew how much longer the corridor would lead, but the door meant that there was a room in the middle of the corridor. This was rather surprising. Feng Bujue had thought that the monotonous corridor was merely a way to waste the player’s time, as a kind of lull between events, but it looked like he was wrong.

Feng Bujue stopped before the door and pushed it open without hesitation. He had to enter it. What if the potion was inside? No one had said the potion had to be at the end of the corridor, and it was unknown whether there was an end to the corridor. Regardless, he needed to move forward, and stopping there was not an option. What was behind the door was an unknown.

The door opened; it was very quiet. The door did not creak noisily like Feng Bujue expected. The room was very dark, and the light from the corridor was swallowed when it reached the door. Feng Bujue did not hurry to get in. He took out his flashlight and used it to examine the inside of the room.

"You... ha ha ha..." Who knew what happened to Feng Bujue? He suddenly thought this whole thing was rather preposterous, and he found the question ridiculously funny. Ten seconds later, he tried to get his emotions in order and said, "I’m warning you, I’m in a rush."

"Tell me a ghost story," the shadow repeated.

Feng Bujue lowered the pistol. He was not worried that he would not be able to kill this thing but was afraid that he might be trapped in there forever after killing it. "What benefit will I get... after telling you a story?"

This might sound like a random question, but Feng Bujue had actually put plenty of thought behind it. He did not ask if he would be let out, instead asking about vague benefits. This provided the shadow with a wide range of answers to provide. Assuming that the event in this room required the player to tell a story before gaining access to the exit, the question would not matter. If, after telling the story, there were benefits to gain other than the exit, then Feng Bujue’s question would tip him off to that possibility.

"If you can scare me, then I’ll let you out," the shadow replied.

"Wouldn’t it be faster if I just kill you now and get out?" Feng Bujue did not raise his gun.

"Hmm..." To his surprise, the shadow started to think. "Alright, if your story can scare me, I will not only let you out, I’ll also directly place you in the ’prison’ at the end of this corridor. You were running that way, right? The road ahead is still very long."

With that said, Feng Bujue understood everything immediately. He would still be able to escape by shooting the shadow, but the time wasted here would not be recompensated. And telling a story... even though that might take a few more minutes, he would be placed at the end of the corridor, which might save him some time because who knew how long the rest of the corridor was?

"Okay then, I’ll tell you a story." Feng Bujue seemed to be very familiar with this. He placed the flashlight under his chin and continued in a low, eerie voice. "A long time ago, there was a taxi driver..."

At this point, it should be clear to all why Feng Bujue was barred from interacting with little children...

"...he often had to work late. One day, when he was driving past a part of town that he was not familiar with. He saw a woman in white waving his car down..."

Feng Bujue selected a story that was not that long. Even though, with his power as a writer, he could have easily made up a novella on the spot, but in this situation, the shorter the story, the better.

"The driver did not think much of it and stopped the car.

"The woman got into the car after opening the backdoor. She was very light. When she got in, the driver didn’t notice the car shifting. The driver asked where she was going as he moved his eyes to the rearview mirror..."